Time, history and memory live only in our imagination, creating a block
for our perception. Modern age is made of patched newspapers, which lose
their topicality the next day. Almost nothing valuable remains.
Sand gathered in canvas bags prevents fresh air from coming through.
The coup is close: windows are to be broken silently but not just yet.
We still haven’t absorbed well the reality we live in, have not
released our fears and have not let go of shadows of the past.
Will Post-modernism stay for ever?